"Chudong, have you eaten?" Lin Baohe was the first to ask, while Zhao Yulan went straight off the kang bed, fetched chopsticks, and handed them to him.
"Second Uncle, Second Aunt, I've already eaten." Lin Chudong waved his hand repeatedly, greeted everyone, then said, "I figured Second Uncle and Second Aunt would be leaving soon, so I came to see you."
"Have some more." Zhao Yulan forcefully placed the chopsticks in his hand, "I know about the breakfast at your place—your mother always makes corn porridge as thin as a mirror and pairs it with a cornbread. How can a strong fellow like you be full on that?"
Zheng Sanqiao had this habit—even if there was enough food at home, she would skimp on breakfast during the off-farming season, believing that not working meant eating too much was just a waste.
